Smolder

Chapter 11

Arron was Mad.

He was mad at Elli. Because she wasn't stepping up to her capability.

He was mad at himself for not having the capability to take on his responsibilities and for trying to shove them to his sister.

He was mad at the ministry for making him wear a crown even if he didn't want to.

He was mad at Russell for making him work as an assistant all day.

He was mad at Vivi....well, he wasn't mad at Vivi.

He was mad at his sword because he couldn't find any reason to be mad at it!

And he was mad at the tree in front of him because it was standing right in front of him!

He kicked the tree with the shin of his leg and immediately regretted it.

Bright hot pain coursed through his bones, temporarily paralyzing his leg. Muttering a few words he wasn't proud of, he sat down, holding his shin.

He let his head touch his knee. He was breathing heavily and his heart was beating like it was trying to kill him. He was wearing a goddamn unicorn fur coat. He had worn his best clothes for his father to comeback.

The last time either Arron or Elli had seen him had been two years ago. Arron had grown a lot over two years. He had gotten taller. He learned how to sword fight. He knew three languages; English, elvish and dwarf tongue. He can even summon fire in his weapon without making it explode.

He had so many things planned. How he'd show him how tall he was now. How he'd show him how good he had gotten with the sword. How he'd convince him to take him to the warfront next time he went away.

They had been in the castle when the troops came marching through the door. It took less than five minutes for him to get dressed, his best black coat and crown and sword and everything.

Elli, however, was taking her sweet sweet time. As Arron stomped outside her room, he could even hear her humming some tuneless song.

"Faster, Elli! Your taking forever!" He yelled as he pounded on the door.

"You try putting on a dress faster! Go play in the garden or something." Elli yelled and went back to humming that was starting to sound more like muttering now.

Great, father is coming home and my sister decides to go crazy.

From outside the castle gates a sound of commotion came up. Maybe they've already reached the castle.

Suddenly, the sound of boots falling echoed through the hallway. A soldier showed up at the end of the corridor. He had his sword unsheathed. It was uncommon for soldiers to have their swords unsheathed inside the palace. Arron wasn't even sure if it's allowed. He decided he'd demand an explanation later.

The soldier ran to him. Arron stood at his place as their distance closed. Something about the way he marched did strike to Arron as odd.

The soldier reached him in five long steps and suddenly swung his sword.

Arron limboed back, but not before he got a little kiss on his cheek from the tip of the blade.

His training kicked in and he stepped back, unsheathed his sword and plunged it into his opponent's hip in the blink of an eye. The soldier cried out in pain, but Arron just grabbed his head by the hair and brought it down for a knee in the face. The man fell down. Kicking away the soldier's blade, he pulled out his own. Arron took no chance and...

And he couldn't.

When it came down to it, he couldn't even kill a fallen foe.

So Arron struck both of the soldier's knees instead. The soldier uttered not a single cry.